Finn gestures at a black garment bag hanging next to the door. “Change into the dress. We’re going to be late.” Huh? I blink a couple of times, then ask, “Late for what?” He looks up from his desk, impatience flashing in his eyes. “We’ve completed construction on the Pearson building. There’s a celebration we need to attend.” But I’m just a receptionist, and it’s almost time to go home. When I hesitate, Finn’s features tighten, and his eyes sharpen. “Do you have a problem attending a work function with a director?” God, when he puts it that way, it makes me feel stupid. “No, of course not.”
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Mm I love me some manipulation😍
